Graphite and embroidery
Ø 54 cm
«With a steady stony glance —
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Beholding all his own mischance,
Mute, with a glassy countenance —
She look’d down to Camelot.
It was the closing of the day:
She loos’d the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.»
The Lady of Shalott.»
The lady of Shalott, Lord Alfred Tennyson
